Bill’s ‘speech’ turned out to be nothing more than him shouting about aliens, and flipping off anyone who bothered to show up. In the crowd, Shark was probably the only one who didn’t look particularly aghast at this.

Nearby, Shark then caught sight of his Uncle Dudley, and breathed a sigh of relief. Dudley just looked on himself with an expression of disturbed resignation.

“Do people actually want to vote for him,” Shark said to anyone who cared to listen, “or are they just here to watch him make an ass of himself?”

(Warning! Uh…Hoo boy…You’ll see when you get there. Just brace yourself)

“All right, Baron von Chugsalot. Down the hatch,” The Builder said as they stirred the concoction around in a glass. The recently reanimated zombie didn’t resist as his head was tilted back, and the cocktail was poured down his opened mouth.

Sticking their tongue out in focus, The Builder made certain that they didn’t spill anything. For special measure, they rubbed his throat to make sure it went down.